So it's 2004.
That always seemed so far away. I'm turning 17 this year. I remember thinking about being 16, 17. I thought 14 would be the best age ever. Then again, nothing is ever what I expect. I've given up on expecting. Hoping - that's okay, that's acceptable. But expectations? They're absolutely pointless, and have always set me up
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